Saturday, December 17, 2011

If you stood alone at the foot of a windswept cliff?

I would think that he's telling me that the Brits are coming by land, not by sea. And I would get on my horse-y and ride like the wind till I warned all those in the path to get out of the way. 'Cause I want my fish-n-chips delivery to arrive hot and crisp, not cold and soggy.

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